Chapter Six: Dwarves Shall High Ho No More
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I get up from the floor, everything around me looking hazy and red. I walk out of the room and make my way to where I can see body heat radiating through the walls. I go into the bedroom where my two middle-aged cousins are fast asleep.
Nothing matters to me, nothing except their beating hearts. I look down at the bed, my hunger growing stronger with every passing moment. I grab the figure lying there and drag them out of bed.
My mouth clamps down on his neck. I can feel him struggling underneath my grip. I feed until the struggling stops. The next two hours are a haze to me. I black out...
I rub my head with a moan and sit up in bed. I had the worst dream. I let out a sigh and open my eyes. It takes me a moment, but then I realize I'm not alone.
I turn and look at the figure on my bed. It’s Lance. Something is wrong with him. I gently put my hand on his neck. My eyes get wide as I realize he has no pulse. I jump out of bed and run out of my room trying to get help.
When my feet hit the floor, I slip on slick liquid. I look at my hand as I try to get up. My hand is covered in blood. My lips quiver as I look around the room. There lays Anna, her head no longer attached to her body.
I understand now where all the blood came from. I get up and walk out of my room. It was a mistake. I should have just stayed in bed and never got up. Too late now.
As I walk through the castle, it is eerily quiet. No sounds are coming from anywhere. No voices of the servants going about their chores. No sound of laughter from my cousins. No Aunt and Uncle arguing.
This isn't right. I begin to search for my family by looking in rooms until I finally make my way into the throne room. What I see sends shivers down my spine into my very soul.
There were corpses everywhere. Six of my cousins lay lifeless on the floor, their mother and father near them. All the house servants are in another pile. Everyone in the room drained completely of their blood.
I sit down on my throne, and the events of the night begin coming back to me...
One by one I went into every room in the castle. Every person I came across ended up becoming my meal. I drained them all dry.
When I had finished, I carried their bodies into the throne room with no real thought on what to do with them. I ended up going to bed once there was no longer a food supply for me.
My eyes were open for a moment as I try and keep calm. I try to control myself, but I can't. I begin to sob hysterically, my entire body shaking.
I buried my face in my hands, full of shame and fear.
“No, no, no. What did I do? They are gone, all gone.” I mutter to myself repeatedly until I become numb.
The stress becomes too much for me to handle. I pass out on my throne surrounded by the bodies of the people I love.
I wake up a bit later, my heart heavy with sorrow. As I sit there, I stare at the bodies of my cousins. No more will they play and chase each other in the halls. They will never sing silly songs again.
Their laughter will never echo throughout the castle as it used to.
I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. There is only one thing I can do now. Bury the dead and try to break my curse.
Because I know deep inside my heart and soul that if I fail the realm would be brought to nothing. I would be the destruction of the place I love so much.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and get up. I spend time dragging all the bodies to the garden and throwing them into a hole.
When all the bodies are there, I throw in oil and start a fire. I watch as the bodies burn, the black smoke filling the air. The smell of death filling my lungs.
I turn away and I don't look back...
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